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Autostraddle recap classic- Valerie Anne
Morgana Pendragon x Guinevere | Merlin (for @rebornpoet)
Drawing for a fandom without having seen a single episode has its challenges but I'm satisfied with this. I will assume they're a real ship in the show and there's nothing anybody can say to change my mind.
Andrea selling CatCo because she knows that isnât where her heart is. Andrea traveling the world, buries herself in exploring lost worlds, the only thing that she ever loved for herself. Not understanding why she isnât able to find peace, even as sheâs doing the things sheâs dreamed of for years. Until one day, when her medallion grows cold, and Supergirl shows up at her door, asking for her help.
Youâre the reporter who broke open the BX gas scandal in Kaznia. And you didnât do it by pussyfooting around the story.
You never struck me as so catty or competitive.
some more âšH A N D Sâš
all the hands (x x x x)
Youâre my favorite reason to lose sleep (Sam/Andrea)
Of all the many things Sam has experienced that she did not expect since her relationship with Andrea began, the most surprising by far might be this:
Andrea Rojas snores.
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all video credit goes to @saskiademer on twitter
âIt doesnât work.â
The light at the end of her fingertips flickers, then slowly dies away. Lena balls her hands into fists with an angry grimace, swallowing a string of curses. She wishes she was in her lab so she could throw something â an ill-fitting part, a misbehaving instrument, a computer that that doesnât work as it should. But there really isnât anything to shoulder that blame. Itâs all her, the one who cannot tame her magic, cannot best it and bend it to her will.
She can feel her temples throb with anger, the taste of bile on her tongue. Luthors donât know defeat, wonât ever admit defeat, but the humiliating confession of I canât do it is already clawing at her throat, just waiting for her to be weak enoughâ
And then the couch dips and Andreaâs arms slip around her.
âLet me help, my love.â Her voice is a gentle whisper as she tucks her chin into the crook of Lenaâs neck, pressing a kiss to her hairline.
âYou canât,â Lena grits back. âI canâtââ
âYes, you can.â Andrea cuts her off. Her tone is still tender, but assertive enough to cut through Lenaâs sullen anger. She only lets out a frustrated huff in turn, lets her body sink into her girlfriendâs arms and Andrea hums, satisfied. Her hands move from Lenaâs midriff, palms gently sliding over her forearms, coming to rest only when her hands cover Lenaâs own. âJust watch, baby.â
Lena canât resist rolling her eyes, and promptly receives a light nip on her shoulder for it. Before she could retaliate, though, thereâs a light, ticklish sensation on the back of her hands that she already knows well: when she stares down, sheâs met with the sight of the black, smoke-like clouds pouring from Andreaâs fingers, forming a perfect sphere in the palm of Lenaâs hands.
âSee?â Andrea murmurs, smiling. Her lips ghost the line of Lenaâs jaw. âThereâs your outline. Concentrate on that.â
Her thumbs swipe over the back of Lenaâs hands, a slow, reassuring caress until Lena takes a deep breath and squares her shoulders again. She chants the spell again, slowly, weighing every word with painstaking care, eyes fixed on their joint hands.
For a heartbeat, thereâs nothing. Then, at once, she feels her chest burn, her palms buzz and her fingers shake as light, a white, crystalline, blinding light erupts between her hands. It swirls wildly between her fingers for a moment â then Lena curls her hands, still pulsing with powers, and it takes shape, forming into a ball until it brushes against the outlines of the shadow sphere. Somewhere, vaguely, she can feel Andreaâs hand tremble against hers.
Lena doesnât move: she can only keep staring and staring at the light, the sign of her power, in utter disbelief. Itâs Andreaâs delighted laugh that shakes her from her reverie, the feeling of her girlfriendâs arms snaking around her waist once again, squeezing tightly as Andrea peppers her cheek with kisses. âYou did it, see, I knew you couldââ
Without a word, Lena turns her head to capture her lips. When Andrea sighs into her mouth and smiles against her, the light blazes just a little brighter between their hands.
morgana looks so good here <3